#starker imagines

[winterspiderpurrs]

Happy never forgets a face. Never. It's what makes him extra valuable to someone like Tony Stark. Tony Stark, who runs Stark Industries. Tony Stark, who is head of the Carbonell Italian mob; though, while there is some speculation, it's never been proven.

Happy had a system. He categorized people into color groups.

Green for these people are no bodies and didn’t touch the crime world and were safe to interact with.

Yellow for people who are some bodies but won't cauae trouble but have connections.

Red are people who have connections and could cause trouble.

Then their were Black. Those are the unknowns, and they could be as bad as the reds. People a little too clean. Or people who maybe could be someone undercover. Not enough information on them.

Before every convention, Happy makes a point to do background checks on everyone. He memorized all the photos of the people attending. Sure, maybe Friday helps break into the databases to get the photos, but he is just trying to protect Tony.

So when Happy saw Tony talking to someone, he was already going through the catalog in his mind to place the person. Catching Tony's eye, he touched his black tie to silently signal the group the person falls in. Doesn’t mean it's gonna stop Tony, but it just means he is gonna be a bit more cautious. Hopefully.

Peter Parker. 20 years old. Just finished with his masters at Columbia University in Biochemical Engineering. Mother was a scientist as well. Mary Fitzpatrick. Irish. No father listed on the birth certificate. She married another scientist 4 years later, Richard Parker. Both deceased. Plane crash. Italian Aunt and Uncle raised him. Uncle died later. Shot at a Bodega. Not their area, so not tied to them. Trained as a gymnast. Big brown eyes, wavy brown curls. Smart. Cute. Flexible. Just Tony's type.

But something nags at Happy as he watches Tony and Peter talk.

He glances around the room when he spots them.

The Winter Soldier leaned against a wall, looking around the room on the left side, looking a little too casual. At the refreshment table section was The Captain. He worked for the government but has ties to the Irish mob, though, like Tony. Couldn't be proven. He was staring at Peter and Tony with a frown, not subtle at all.

Then it hits. See, there were rumors that The Captain had a kid. Had them young before he was involved with potential mob connections. And he recalls another rumor going around that there was a small riff between The Captain and The Winter Soldier, a love interest that was not approved.

He has to get Tony away from this Peter Parker.

Peter Parker, who potentially could be the kid of The Captain Steve Grant Rogers.

Peter Parker, who potentially could be the love interest of The Winter Soldier James Buchanan Barnes

[edsforehead]

The way Caleb is slaying it at the Met Gala 🥲

[ffuckerstarker]

Tony in a normal suit but also in a collar >>

[starker-sorbet]

In which Tony and Peter succeed in removing the gauntlet from Thanos before Quill learns the truth about Gamora. And during the journey back home to Earth Tony and Peter find themselves getting closer and moving away from the simple mentor-mentee relationship they had before.

@starkerfestivals Extended AUpril: Fix-it card below

[unapologeticallytheworst]

Tony keeps trying to scare Peter off by telling him all the kinky shit he wants to do to him. This keeps having the opposite effect and driving Peter to unbearably horny. He has never really thought about about doing that kind of stuff, especially not with Mr. Stark, who he thought he would be lucky to get to sleep with once. But listening to what he wants to do to him, it all sounds so... thrilling? Exciting? Overwhelming? And everything Tony has done so far has been nothing less than fantastic.

(Tony is partially lying to himself about why he keeps doing it. He knows enough about how to read his partner's body language during sex to have felt out the shape of Peter's buttons. He knows that what he's saying is probably going to turn Peter into flushed mess that is literally begging for his cock, but this is his way of dancing on the line. He's not throwing the baby in the deep end, but he still gets to talk about it, think about it. And if he does scare the kid off, well that just solves the problem of how he's going to make himself stop. He won't have to, Peter will pull the plug on whatever it is that they're getting themselves into.)

[starker1975]

I love writing Peter as a shy, virginal sweetheart. But one of these dayssss, I’m going to give him a major, systemic upgrade, and write him as a boss bitch who rocks Tony’s world. This tik tok has influenced me.

[starkercreamery]

Poly AU — where famous football captain Tony Stark has two girlfriends, twins, Cheer Captain Penelope Parker and Theater Club President Petra Parker.

[filthy-kaoss]

[irondad-defensesquad]

i like to think tony is already affectionate with peter, and after he has morgan, tony is even more tender with peter

(not st/arker)

[winterspiderpurrs]

Prompt:

Years after Afghanistan, Tony finally gets the call. He was flying from California to New York. They finally found a match for a heart transplant.

It was a successful surgery.

A year later, as part of a PR campaign about signing up to be an organ donor. Pepper arranged for the family of whose was related to the donor of Tony's heart to meet. Maybe had Friday recording, and if it was acceptable, they could review the video to use clips if it all went well before maybe arranging a commercial.

I imagine a scene of:

May Parker coming in, teary, saying how this was so important to them. How this was meant to be that his heart belonged to the best person. Explained how it was a shooting at a local Bodega.

Tony was nervous but gracious, but then mentioned he thought he was meeting two ppl today. Then May goes on

" Oh yes, he is just so nervous. He is a big fan. They both were you see. Which is why... that THE Tony Stark... Ironman got the heart? It's a big moment."

The door opens, and a person walks through. Tony stands to greet them. And they just stare at each other for a long moment.

" Do the words 'I'm with you til the last beat ' have any significant meaning to you, Mr. Stark?"

Tony is startled. " How do you know those words?"

Tony is sure his words were never leaked to the press ever.

" Because my nephew had those words on his chest. And now you have his heart and... it just makes all the more sense."

Panic. Disbelieve. And heart break.

The sad SoulMate AU that nobody asked for.

[vaguekiwi]

something-something Starker Fire Emblem AU???

[sapphorror]

The Narrator's perspective only gets more horrifying the longer you think about it. Like, imagine being an Echo of yourself—one of many, all made to serve a very particular purpose and knowingly living on borrowed time, if 'living' is even the right word for your current state of pseudo-existence.

You've inherited the mission of a dead man—it's literally the only thing left that you can do before fading, so you sure as hell better believe in it; the alternative would be unbearable. Only you keep failing. With every loop that you don't remember, your lack of agency in this situation becomes starker—you can influence small things, sure, but it becomes increasingly clear that you have no real power, no matter how personally invested you are in the events unfolding in front of you. You are, after all, only an Echo. You've forfeited the right to meaningfully engage with the world.

Worse—every loop you're made aware of is another time you've failed, with unimaginable consequences, though you had no control over these previous iterations of yourself and can't even learn from their mistakes. Everyone around you is operating on a shared perception of reality that you are not part of, will never be part of. After a few repetitions, you are, ironically, the least informed person in the room. All you have left to go on is an evidently outdated script. At the same time, everyone else is experiencing a contiguous version of you, comprised of parts that are, in some sense, also you, while at the same time existing at a complete remove from your current perception of self. Whatever you don't know you did—that's you now. You are, after all, only an Echo. You've forfeited the right to define your own identity, never mind know what it is.

Even worse—this has trapped you within a stagnant hell of your own creation. Nothing you say or do really matters in terms of your own self (the rest of the world is a separate issue entirely). Anything you've come to believe—say, for totally hypothetical example, that you were wrong actually and your envisioned paradise is really a hell beyond any you had the capacity to envision—has about as much permanence as a drawing in the sand. 'You' will continue, exactly as you were, no matter how much you might like to change your behavior. Every possible future has already been set in stone. You are, after all, only an Echo. You've forfeited the right to say anything you haven't already said.

For some reason, no part of any of this has made you feel more comfortable and at peace with the general concept of finality.

The really, truly absolute worst part, though?

There is no one for you to blame but yourself. And that's exactly what turns your story into such a tragedy.

[thatdammchickennugget]

A Shop Apart

pairing - theodore nott x fem!reader

summary - of course, neither of you would admit the stolen glances—theo, catching moments of your infectious laughter as you chatted with customers; you, secretly admiring the precision with which he handled his craft. these thoughts remained buried, drowned out by the day-to-day chaos of running rival businesses

warnings - rival shop owners who are not so secretly into each other, teasing, theo is really type a in this, kinda whimsical!reader

wordcount - 2.9k

Diagon Alley was as alive as ever, a magical artery of commerce where enchantments hung in the air as tangibly as the smells of freshly baked pumpkin pasties and brewing potions. The cobblestone streets thrummed underfoot, lined with vibrant shopfronts that called out to the passing crowd. Among the kaleidoscope of stores, two stood shoulder to shoulder, their stark differences impossible to ignore.

To the left stood "Nott’s Enchantments and Potions," a haven of precision and order. The display windows gleamed with carefully curated items: neatly labeled potions, sleek enchanted tools, and a sign in bold, no-nonsense lettering that read: Efficiency Without Extravagance. Behind the counter, Theodore Nott presided like a general overseeing his army, his sharp eyes darting over every detail to ensure perfection. His world was structured, predictable, and above all, logical.

Next door was "Whimsy & Wonder," a riot of imagination come to life. The shop practically glittered with charm, from its ornate, swinging sign to the window displays bursting with enchanted trinkets and shimmering fairy lights. Inside, the atmosphere buzzed with unrestrained energy. Shelves overflowed with colorful potions, dancing figurines, and glittering baubles. You, the shop’s owner, swept through the space like a living embodiment of your brand—a flowing robe adorned with embroidered stars trailing behind you as you greeted customers with a radiant smile.

The contrast couldn’t have been starker. And neither could the tension.

From the moment Theo and you became neighbors, the clash of styles had been inevitable. Your first disagreement—over a garland of enchanted flowers draped across your awning—had been as small as it was explosive. Theo had accused you of obstructing his display. You’d countered with a suggestion to brighten his shop up a bit. That had only been the beginning.

“Your nonsense is distracting my customers,” Theo had declared one busy afternoon, glaring at a flock of animated butterflies that had dared to flutter into his territory.

“And your brooding is dulling the magic out of Diagon Alley,” you had shot back, arms crossed in defiance. “Honestly, it’s a miracle anyone even notices your shop.”

Thus began a rivalry that had become as much a fixture of the alley as the cobblestones. Customers, drawn to both shops for entirely different reasons, found themselves entertained by the ongoing battle of barbs. More than one shopper had walked away with their purchases and a knowing smile, whispering about the unspoken tension beneath the snipes.

Of course, neither of you would admit the stolen glances—Theo, catching moments of your infectious laughter as you chatted with customers; you, secretly admiring the precision with which he handled his craft. These thoughts remained buried, drowned out by the day-to-day chaos of running rival businesses.

.・。.・゜✭・.

It started with the smell of cinnamon buns.

Theo had barely unlocked the doors of "Nott’s Enchantments and Potions" when the rich, sugary aroma drifted in from next door. He paused, his fingers tightening around the sign he was flipping to Open.

Inside "Whimsy & Wonder," you were cheerfully setting out a tray of enchanted pastries—warm, golden buns that floated gently above their plate. A sign hanging beside them read, Cinnamon Wishes: A Treat to Sweeten Your Day! Customers gathered, drawn by the smell and the soft hum of magic that made the pastries glimmer faintly.

Theo watched from the corner of his eye as a witch with a shopping list as long as her arm stopped mid-stride, sniffed the air, and made a beeline for your shop. He scowled. Another potential customer lured away by glitter and nonsense.

He stormed to his counter, muttering under his breath as he adjusted the neatly stacked jars of ready-to-brew potion kits. By the time the third customer wandered past his door to join the growing crowd in your shop, he couldn’t take it anymore.

He strode out of his shop, his footsteps clipped and precise against the cobblestones. He appeared in your doorway, the bell jingling sharply as he entered.

“Pastries?” Theo said, his tone dry and unimpressed. “Really?”

You looked up from arranging your display of charm bracelets, a bright smile already forming on your lips as you spotted him. “Good morning to you too, Theo.”

“Cinnamon buns, enchanted glitter, butterflies—do you ever stop trying to turn this alley into a carnival?”

“Do you ever stop scowling?” you countered, leaning one hand against the counter. “Besides, I think my customers appreciate a little sweetnes with their morning shopping. You might want to try it sometime. Merlin knows your shop could use some cheering up.”

Theo’s expression darkened, but before he could retort, an elderly wizard wandered in, drawn by the smell of the pastries. He looked between the two of you, his eyes twinkling.

“Ah, young love,” the wizard said, chuckling as he picked up a pastry. “You remind me of my wife and me back in the day. Always bickering.”

Theo stiffened, his face turning an alarming shade of red. “It’s not—she’s not—”

“Oh, don’t mind him,” you said smoothly, your smile widening as you handed the wizard his pastry. “He’s just cranky before he’s had his tea.”

The wizard laughed, shuffling out of the shop as he carefully cradled the sweet treat in his hands. Theo, now thoroughly flustered, muttered something unintelligible under his breath before turning sharply on his heel.

The bell jingled as he left, but not before you caught the tiniest twitch of a smile on his lips.

.・。.・゜✭・.

The next confrontation began when Theo caught sight of your newest addition to the shop—a sign so large and flamboyant it seemed to radiate its own personality. Hung high over your entrance, the sign proclaimed in glittering, color-shifting letters: Whimsy & Wonder: Brighten Your Day, One Charm at a Time!. Each letter sparkled with enchantment, the colors shifting as they caught in sunlight. Worse yet, it played a jaunty jingle whenever someone walked by.

Theo, standing in front of his own impeccably tidy storefront, clenched his jaw as the cheerful tune reached his ears for the fifth time in as many minutes. The noise carried into his shop, muffling the sound of his steady cauldron stirrer, and he could feel his meticulously controlled world unraveling at the edges.

With a sharp inhale, he crossed the cobblestone threshold into your shop once again without hesitation. The bell above the door gave an almost delighted chime as if thrilled by his arrival. He stopped a few steps in, arms crossed tightly, his gaze sharp as a freshly whetted blade.

“What,” he began, his tone low and measured, “is that?”

You glanced up from a table near the center of the shop, where you were adjusting a display of snow globes that occasionally sang lullabies. The twinkle of mischief in your eyes told Theo you already knew exactly what he was talking about.

“Good afternoon,” you said, straightening up and brushing your hands together with a cheerful smile, as if you were greeting your favorite customer. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Theo gestured sharply toward the door. “The sign.”

You tilted your head. “Oh, you mean the fabulous sign? Isn’t it delightful? Took me ages to find just the right jingle charm to go with it.”

“‘Delightful’ isn’t the word I’d use,” Theo said, his voice edging toward exasperation. “Obnoxious, overbearing, and excessive are all closer to the mark.”

You crossed your arms, mirroring his stance but with an air of mockery that made his teeth grit. “Really? I thought it was perfectly eye-catching. Customers seem to love it.” You nodded toward the street, where a young witch was instructing her husband to snap a photograph of her under the sign.

Theo followed your gaze and then pinched the bridge of his nose, his patience wearing thinner by the second. “It’s overhanging my shop,” he said flatly. “And worse, I had three customers ask if they’d walked into the wrong place because of your ridiculous jingle.”

You laughed—a soft, musical sound that only deepened the crease in Theo’s brow. “Well, that just means you’re not doing enough to make your shop memorable. Maybe a little jingle is exactly what you need.”

“Memorable doesn’t mean gaudy,” Theo shot back. “I’ll thank you to remove it—or at the very least, silence the tune.”

“Silence it?” you repeated, pretending to be horrified. “Absolutely not. It’s part of the charm!”

Theo opened his mouth to argue further, but the conversation was interrupted by a cluster of children who scampered into your shop. They were chasing after one of your enchanted stars—a tiny glowing orb with trailing golden sparkles. It zipped through the air, weaving around Theo’s head before landing in your outstretched palm.

“There you go, darlings,” you said, handing it back to one of the children with a warm smile. They all giggled in delight and darted back out into the street.

Theo stood there, momentarily thrown off by the scene. He watched as you returned to the counter, your expression now smug and triumphant. “See? People love it here,” you said, gesturing broadly to your shop. “You might want to loosen up a little. Maybe even—dare I say it—have some fun.”

Theo scowled, but the sharp retort he’d been preparing fizzled away as he caught the way you were looking at him—bright-eyed and unapologetically challenging, like you thrived on provoking him. He tightened his arms across his chest.

“This isn’t over,” he muttered, turning on his heel.

As he strode back to his shop, the cheerful jingle of your sign trailed behind him. By the time he reached his door, it was already stuck in his head.

.・。.・゜✭・.

It started innocently enough—or so Theo would later claim.

Mid-morning sunlight streamed over Diagon Alley, and a steady stream of customers bustled between the shops. Theo had spent the better part of the morning reorganizing his shelves after an unusually busy rush. His meticulous attention to detail meant every label was aligned and every potion bottle gleamed.

But the sound of delighted laughter drifting through the open door of Whimsy & Wonder grated on his nerves. You had enchanted your bell to chime a cheerful little tune whenever a customer entered, and every time it went off, Theo felt his eye twitch. Wasn’t the jingle of your sign already too much?

Enough was enough.

Theo didn’t consider himself a prankster, but he was no stranger to cleverness. He grabbed a jar from his workbench—one of his most efficient creations: Silent Snuff. The enchantment inside was harmless, designed to suppress minor magical disturbances like unruly sparks or fizzling potions.

With a flick of his wand, Theo set the jar hovering discreetly at the edge of your shop’s awning. It pulsed faintly as it activated, the glittering lights and floating charms in the vicinity dimming slightly. To Theo’s satisfaction, the jaunty music from your enchanted sign faltered, the cheerful melody turning sluggish before sputtering out entirely.

He didn’t expect the immediate effect. You appeared in your doorway not five minutes later, your hands on your hips and your eyes blazing.

“Theodore!” you called, your voice carrying over the chatter of the street. Several shoppers turned to watch the unfolding drama, eager for what they likely assumed was another spat between the famously feuding shopkeepers.

Theo stepped out of his shop, the picture of calm indifference. “Yes?” he replied, a hint of smugness lacing his tone.

“What did you do to my sign?” you demanded, gesturing toward the now dim and silent display. “Half the charms on it stopped working, and my butterflies won’t stay afloat!”

Theo shrugged. “No idea what you’re talking about. Maybe your enchantments aren’t as robust as you thought.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, stepping closer until you were nearly toe-to-toe. “You’re awfully smug for someone who ‘has no idea.’”

“I’m always this smug,” he said, his voice cool. “But perhaps this is the universe’s way of telling you to tone it down. Simplicity can be... refreshing.”

“Refreshing?” you repeated, incredulous. “I’ll show you refreshing, Nott.”

Before Theo could react, you flicked your wand. A puff of bright pink smoke erupted from the nearest flowerpot outside his shop, transforming it into an enormous, glitter-covered daisy. It loomed like a whimsical sentinel, completely out of place against the austere backdrop of Nott’s Enchantments and Potions.

Theo stared at the flower, his expression blank. “Very mature,” he said dryly.

“Oh, I’m just getting started,” you replied sweetly, giving him a saccharine smile.

The tension between you was palpable, drawing curious onlookers. Some whispered bets on who would win this particular round, while others simply enjoyed the spectacle. A witch passing by muttered something about how the chemistry was “so obvious, it’s painful.”

Theo caught the comment and felt his cheeks heat, but he refused to look away from your determined gaze. He tipped his head slightly, his tone deceptively casual. “Careful, or I might start to think you actually like me.”

The remark caught you off guard, your expression flickering for just a moment. But you recovered quickly, tossing your hair with a laugh that was just a bit too loud. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it,” he replied, turning sharply and retreating to his shop.

As he closed the door behind him, he allowed himself the faintest smirk. You, meanwhile, were left staring at the glittering daisy, already plotting your next move.

.・。.・゜✭・.

After Theo’s stunt with your sign and butterflies, you decided it was time to hit back. Subtlety was for amateurs; you wanted something with flair, something that would be impossible for him to ignore.

The plan was simple: an enchanted banner that would unfurl above Theo’s shop with a playful, mocking slogan. Something like “Efficiency: Where Fun Goes to Die.” You spent the better part of the evening crafting the perfect enchantment. The banner would hang just long enough to catch everyone’s attention before vanishing in a harmless puff of glitter.

At dawn, when Diagon Alley was still quiet, you crept outside with your wand in hand. You whispered the incantation, watching as the banner fluttered to life, rising like a mischievous phoenix. But as it reached the apex of its ascent, the enchantment wobbled. A thread of magic sparked and fizzled, and suddenly, the banner wrapped itself around you like a determined snake.

“Really?!” you groaned, struggling against the enchanted fabric. It tightened, pinning your arms and tangling around your legs until you toppled backward into a stack of flowerpots. The clatter echoed down the street, shattering the quiet morning.

From the corner of your eye, you saw the door to Theo’s shop swing open.

“What in Merlin’s name—?” His sharp voice cut through the air as he stepped outside, his eyes landing on your predicament. A slow smirk spread across his face. “Well, well. What have we here?”

You glared up at him, thoroughly ensnared in your own creation. “Don’t just stand there, Nott. Help me.”

He crossed his arms, clearly savoring the moment. “Help you? Oh, I wouldn’t dream of depriving you of this... creative experience. Seems very on-brand for Whimsy & Wonder.”

You wriggled against the banner, which only tightened further. “I swear, if you don’t—”

“Alright, alright,” he said, stepping closer. “Hold still, or this will take even longer.”

Theo knelt beside you, his wand outstretched as he murmured a counter-spell. The banner loosened its grip, but as he worked, his hands brushed against your arm, sending an unexpected shiver down your spine. You caught the faint scent of his cologne—clean, sharp, and surprisingly pleasant.

“Do you always get yourself into these messes?” he asked, his tone teasing but not unkind.

“Do you always enjoy watching people suffer?” you shot back, but the edge in your voice had softened.

He glanced up, and for a moment, your eyes met. The banter dissolved into silence as the proximity between you became impossible to ignore. His face was closer than you’d realized, his expression unreadable but intent.

You both stilled, the world around you fading into nothing but the sound of your breathing. His hand brushed yours as he untangled the last of the banner, and your heart stuttered in your chest.

For a second, it felt inevitable—the pull between you, the way his gaze flicked to your lips and back again. Then—

“Oi! What’s going on here?”

A vendor’s voice rang out, shattering the moment. You jerked back, breaking eye contact as Theo stood abruptly, the banner now limp in his hands.

“Nothing to see here,” he said coolly, tossing the banner onto your stoop.

You scrambled to your feet, brushing dirt off your robes and refusing to look at him. “Thanks,” you muttered, your cheeks burning.

He lingered for a second longer, his expression unreadable, before turning and walking back to his shop without another word.

As you watched him go, you couldn’t decide what burned hotter—the embarrassment of being caught or the way your pulse still raced from how close you’d been.

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[mystisophia]

I love how Starker were obsessed with each other before they even met in person.

So, hear me out:

Let’s start with Peter. It’s already been confirmed that he’s the kid Tony saved in Iron Man 2 (this is further reinforced in Deadpool & Wolverine, where, in the scene with Happy and Deadpool in Happy’s office, we see the same photo of Peter and Tony that Tony had in Endgame but Peter’s face is covered by the helmet that the kid in Iron Man 2 was wearing, the helmet hides that part of the photo, so it's even more obvious this fact-)

So, knowing that Peter is the kid from Iron Man 2, we can say he admired Tony from a very young age, an Iron Man fanboy through and through. His admiration is evident throughout the movies.

And if we consider something outside the movies, in the animated series Ultimate Spider-Man, Season 1, Episode 5 ("Flight of the Iron Spider"), it's implicitly stated that Peter has a "man crush" on Tony. This episode showcases even more of Peter’s admiration and knowledge of Tony <3

So, for Peter, Iron Man isn’t just a hero or a role model- he’s his damn celebrity crush.

Now, let’s move on to Tony.

Tony didn’t just randomly show up at Peter’s apartment in Civil War. No, he had already planned to do so (maybe not at that moment but the moment required it). He had a suit ready for him. And (important detail) the moment he talked to Natasha about needing backup, Peter was immediately on his mind. It was his time to meet him, the perfect recruit.

So, I can only imagine Tony one day randomly discovering Spider-Man’s videos and his heroic feats and becoming completely fascinated.

His powers. His abilities.

"Wow! Nice catch. 3,000 pounds, 40 miles an hour—it's not easy."

His moves. Everything about him, his persona.

I mean, yes, Tony had a damn Norse god, Hulk, a super-spy, a 100-year-old supersoldier, an insanely skilled archer, and a literal chaos witch on his team. But no. No. Peter was something else, Spiderman was something else.

Tony Freaking Stark spent hours and hours designing a suit for a person he had never met and didn’t even know would want to be on the team.

But come on. He’s Tony Stark. He gets what he wants.

And, honestly, who wouldn’t want to be an Avenger?

They’re the Avengers, man!

Tony spent hours in his workshop designing and perfecting the Spider-Man suit, nearly putting it on par with the Iron Man armor. Obsessed.

(Also, he hated that "onesie" Peter wore. Hehe.)

And if we want to go dirtier with this… Considering Tony’s resources and how easily he could dig up information on someone, it wouldn’t be surprised if he found out Peter was a fanboy. Maybe from some old internet post, a search history, or something like that. And you know that would only boost his ego and make him even more confident that Peter would say yes.

And back to talking about the devil… Natasha, The knowing glances that Tony and Natasha exchanged when in "Civil War" they were considering their options... In my "delulu mind" by the glaces they gave each other, Natasha knew, she definitely knew about Peter since before

So Tony and Natasha were definitely close, not as much as Natasha and Steve, but still. So I can totally imagine Tony finding out about Peter and telling Natasha about him, all excited, explaining how he’d be a great addition to the team.

And then… they meet.

And Tony’s obsession with keeping Peter safe begins.

To Tony, Peter was fragile, someone he couldn’t afford to lose (cof cof Infinity War cof cof 😭😭😭).

And Peter? He became obsessed with proving himself, proving that he was "good enough", that he belonged in this world, in this job, in his life. That Tony didn’t need to treat him like he was made of glass.

God, they make me sick.

Now imagine their mutual obsession once they realize they’re in love. And eventually start a relationship.

Oh god- that makes me even sicker

Anyway, I had to share this. I’m absolutely and definitely NOT NORMAL about them, you can tell.

~ mystisophia 🍒

(sorry for my bad english/google translator ugh-)

[thestarkerisobvious]

“I’ll always take care of you baby.  Yes?  Daddy will always take care of you.  Say it.”

The shower was perfect and soothing and deliciously warm.  Peter had never imagined that they’d be intimate tonight, not after everything they had been through.  After a mad, desperate search for the newest bad guy that had begun yesterday morning and had ended tonight in an epic battle in the skies of New York City… well both Tony and Peter were both desperate for rest.  Both bruised and battered, they had limped back to the penthouse to crash.  Possibly for a week.  That was certainly all that Peter was expecting, anyway.  

But as soon the suits came off, Tony was pushing him onto the bed, hard and urgent.  Peter was surprised at first… then simply put his arms around the man and complied.  “Oh, this is nice,” he murmured and let Tony do whatever he wanted… he was too exhausted to do anything else.  

And now, here they were, in the shower at last.  Exhausted, Peter let steaming hot water pour over his aching muscles, eternally grateful for Tony’s eternally inexhaustible hot water supply. 

“Say it.”

“Hmm?  Oh… yes.  Daddy will always take care of me.”

Tony had saved his life tonight, or maybe it had still been afternoon.  And had very nearly saved his life yesterday… or that might have been early this morning… it was all a blur now.  

And Peter had saved Tony’s life, that much was certain.  That battle had been brutal, but Peter had held his own.  He glowed with pride, now.  He was an Avenger, and an equal, and everyone had seen it.  

“My baby… Daddy will always take care of his baby.  Take good care of his baby.  Yes…”

There hadn’t been much talking in bed.  That had been quick and dirty and straight to the point.  But now, in the shower, Tony’s “Baby/Daddy” talk had begun… and kept going.  Tony stood behind him, soaping up his body and washing it off over and over again.  Always repeating the mantra.  

“My angel, my sweetheart.  Daddy’s angel.  I’ll always take care of my sweet angel…” 

Finally, there was silence.  Peter was almost falling asleep standing up with Tony spoke again.

“I’ll always take care of you, Peter.”

It wasn’t his “Daddy” voice.  It was his regular voice.

“You know that, right?  

“Say it back to me.”

Peter moved out of Tony’s embrace - moved Tony’s arms from off of him and turned around.  He took Tony’s face in both hands and kissed him on the mouth.

“I will always take care of you, Tony.  We will always take care of each other.”

Tony didn’t argue.  He only looked Peter in the eye.  Suddenly he looked very, very tired.  What he mumbled was only loud enough for Friday to pick up.  The shower stopped.  The two men stood in the steam, looking at each other.  

Finally, Tony nodded.

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amazing moodboard used due to the generosity of @starker-sorbet

view the amazing original here

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ETA: I *JUST* now realize I posted this without a title?!?! The working title was "Summer Project - Shower" except the "summer" it refers to was LAST summer.

[starkerobsession]

WandaVision but with Starker. Listen, if Peter had the ability he’d 100% do this after Tony died. Imagine Peter all dressed up, a 1950s housewife/husband, cleaning the house and making sure dinner is on the table for his hardworking husband. Imagine the scene from WandaVision where they’re in two separate beds. Imagine Peter being the naughty little twink he is and trying to seduce Tony into moving the beds together (it wouldn’t take long). And wait… what’s that? Peter’s suddenly magically pregnant?! Tony would be freaking out and Peter would just be adorable. Just imagine them having the perfect little life and perfect little family 😭😭 who cares if it’s fake, as long as they’re happy right 😭😭

Bonus: I made this years ago when WandaVision first came out ft Stuthorker - Stucky, Thorki and Starker 😂 thought I’d share